Chunks of Gone Days Chapter 88

On December 1st, the sky at seven o’clock in Longcheng was still gray.

Rowan was completely drowsy. He put on a piece of clothing and sat on the sofa next to the bed, resting his cheek with one hand, without turning on the light, his gaze through the dimness of the room, and he fell straight on the bulge on the bed.

Cedric was motionless, sleeping soundly.

The room was quiet, and he could clearly hear his steady and long breathing.

Rowan’s eyes fell on Cedric, and his fingers kept rubbing the ring on his hand.